In conversations with others during the process of becoming a member of Hope, I found that I was far from the only Catholic there. I found myself wondering if they felt as guilty attending a non-Catholic church as I did. You see, as Catholics, we have been brought up with the ‘guilt’ card, followed up by fear. Later in life I found this to be sad but true. When a dear friend of mine said to me one day, “I have always known a kind, loving and merciful God, where you grew up in fear.” I knew something had to change. Continue reading “Jackie”